Midnight Crisis
In this stormy night, Paul was silently working on his computer, having soothing music blocking the roars of the thunder that is being held outside their house.
His study room was pitched black, the only source of light he had was from his computer, desk lamp and from the lightning that is continuously roaring outside of his window.
In his bedroom, a timid girl was tossing around their bed. Unable to sleep from the cries of her fears, she curled up like a fetus on the middle of the bed, hoping that her boyfriend is done with his work.
The lamp of their bed stand has provided light to comfort her, but not enough to calm her beating heart; she was too timid to ask for comfort from her lover, thinking negative thoughts of the upcoming event if she entered his room.
Sighing heavy to herself, she wrapped around their blanket on her shoulders, gathering courage to approach her lone boyfriend.
"Paul?" she called out, knocking on the door loudly as she can. But she gains no response. She tried again, more loudly this time. But still, she didn't get a response.
Slowly, she opened the door of his study. Hoping that she won't disturb him in any sort of act, but, to her realization, he was still working with headphones on.
She closed the door as she entered the room, walking towards him. But, with the thundering roaring around their area, she flinched in each step.
As another roar rolled in, Dawn lost it. She ran towards Paul and started crying again; of course – the grumpy man that Dawn once knew – held her back. He cradled her in his arms as he took off his headphones and placed them on his desk.
Her arms were tightly wrapped around his neck – not wanting to let go – as he carried her to their bedroom, whispering to her to calm her down.
The loud cries came from the unfortunate girl were gone, but the thunder is still rolling in. As he settled her down on the bed, he held her tightly through her sleep.
